Just like the two samurai guarding the gate, they have been guarding the gate since Richard first arrived in the capital where the sun never sets, and they are still guarding the gate, and they will continue to guard the gate in the future. There is no room for them to participate in the real Peerless Battlefield, and in the capital where the sun never sets, it is also a low-level existence. Compared to Norland, it is a more brutal and realistic place, and it is also more hierarchical. The real powerhouse is like Bai Ye, if you don't like these low-level holy areas, you can even kill them directly, as long as you give a reasonable reason afterwards, you can even save compensation.

However, their relationship with Richard is now quite good.

In this world, these sacred realms that are not called strong are the most ordinary and low-level people, they have shortcomings, helplessness, and shining points. Richard now believes that all people are imperfect, so he is willing to be friends with imperfect people, forgive their helplessness, and appreciate their brilliance. In this way, Richard gradually became more and more friends, all over the city where the sun never sets, and even strong men who rushed over from other fortresses.

Richard still drank, and every time he came back from a fight, he would drink once or twice. The number of people willing to drink with Richard was increasing, and a street in front of his room had been carved out and a small separate square with tables, chairs, and huge umbrellas had been set up to become a small open-air bar.

The stone platform at his door, which had been unremarkable, had now been fitted with an elaborate railing, and several archmages had planted a few climbing vines under the stone platform. In the environment of the Peerless Battlefield, no fragile life could survive, and these climbing vines were only able to survive thanks to the magic infusion of several archmages. So now in the capital where the sun never sets, the door of Richard's residence is one of the few places with green accents.

When Richard appeared and began to drink, it was as if the little square had entered a festival, and the atmosphere of joy burned everywhere. Each time, though, the people who drank in the square were divided into two groups, and they were distinct. The few sides are all truly powerhouses, and many of them are Heavenly Rank Sacred Domains. On the other hand, there are people such as the city gate guards who are not called strong, and their number naturally far exceeds those who are strong.

Naturally, those who are really strong will not look down on these ordinary people, and they will not be willing to mix with them. There have long been strong people who have complained about these ordinary people joining in the fun at Richard's door, but since Richard said that anyone can come here to have a drink with him, those strong people will naturally not use their hands to drive people away, because this will only make Richard feel unhappy. No powerful person wants to offend a constructor at will.

The truly strong are the mainstay on the battlefield and the key to defending against the Daksoldas. And the ordinary Sanctuary are not useless, they are still contributing, and they are also fighting, but they are far less effective than the strong.

So Richard treats both sides equally.

When drinking with Richard, the attitudes of the two sides are also different, and the strong men are very respectful to Richard, and even have some flattery. They all wanted Richard to prioritize their build needs, even if they didn't say it, but they all wanted to make a good enough impression on Richard.

And the ordinary people, who are disdainful of the strong, talk and laugh with Richard, joke without scruples, and even ask for Richard's wine viciously. Richard was not polite to them, he gambled with his fists, drank it in a big gulp if he lost, and if he won, he gritted his teeth and pressed those strong men, and directly took the wine bottle and poured it into their mouths!

In comparison, Richard spent more time drinking with these ordinary people. Only these people who don't want to beg him for their outfit will be so open.

Or maybe that's just the lack of desire.

After drinking for a long time, everyone had seven or eight points of alcohol, Richard staggered goodbye to everyone, and went into his room, and the snoring sounded immediately. The strong men looked at each other, some got up and left quietly, and some showed stupid looks. They all knew very well that it was impossible for Richard to remember who they were or what they said when they were drunk and fell asleep. Not impressed, how can Richard give them a priority or two for the build they need?

The powerhouses all left one by one, and the ordinary Sanctuaries all stayed where they were, and it took a while for a while before they scattered one by one. Many ordinary people looked at the backs of those strong people and spat disdainfully. They know Richard's ability to never forget, and any slight movement that falls into Richard's eyes will be remembered by him. It doesn't matter if Richard doesn't remember, they have memorized all these people and will sue Richard afterwards. These ordinary sanctuaries already regarded Richard as true friends, and they didn't want Richard's help from those who had a clear purpose and a grudge against him. Although the strength of these ordinary sanctuaries is not strong, they are even more shrewd than the strong in dealing with people, and of course they know the dark psychology represented by the expressions of these strong people, so they definitely don't want them to become strong.

Richard put aside everything he saw and fell asleep. His entire consciousness was immersed in the depths of his own veins. The Phantasmal Star World Tree, which had just broken out of its cocoon, occupied almost the entire space of consciousness, nearly twice as tall as the other four World Trees, while the Akmund bloodline was expanding to form the heaven and earth of the consciousness space. The sky is a blood-colored web of fire, and the earth is flowing magma. After the expansion, the Akmund bloodline was still able to envelop the Phantom Star World Tree, but the blue branches and leaves of the top layer of the Phantom Star Tree, as well as the expanded roots, persistently poked out of the Encirclement of the Akmund bloodline and waved in the void.

Akmund and the Phantasmal World Tree are faintly attached to each other, and although the Akmund bloodline is still dominant, it can no longer suppress the Phantasmal World Tree. The strength of the Phantasmal World Tree can be seen from the fact that it inspired Richard's real name. However, the strength of Dismason is obviously above Salon.

Richard was snoring profusely, his chest soaked with wine stains, and his thick beard was full of hops. He lay on the bed, not even taking off his boots, his feet resting directly on the head of the bed, uninhibited and profligate.

I don't know how long I slept, and a crisp magic bell rang in the room. Richard's ears moved, but the snoring continued. But the magic bell rang incessantly, and at last, Inspector Richard let out a sigh of relief, stretched his waist again, and slowly opened his eyes. In a chest in the corner, a delicate magic clock was jumping and chirping merrily. The magic clock had already been covered with a thick layer of dust, and it had been sitting there for an unknown amount of time, and it was only at this moment that it was scheduled.

Hearing the magic bell, a somewhat lonely smile appeared on the corner of Richard's mouth. This magic clock was set when he came and thrown in the corner. When the magic bell rings, it means that the year has passed, and it is time to go back and see.

A year in the Land of Twilight is roughly equivalent to a year and a season in Faro, and Norland spends more than forty days. A long time has indeed passed. Richard's eyes began to see familiar faces. Quicksand, Splash, Gonder, Tiramisu, Agamemnon, Neris, Orar, Crimson...... And so on and so forth. Suddenly, he had been separated from them for so long.

Could it be that the road of the strong is destined to be lonely?

Anyway, it's time to go back.

Richard jumped up from the bed, rushed to the bathroom, removed his clothes, flotted a large basin of cold water, and poured himself on the head. The cold water suddenly sobered him up, and his spirit was also uplifted. Richard exhaled a white breath, straightened his chest, and walked to the mirror, but he was stunned.

The person in the mirror is a man with long hair and a beard, rough and murderous, how can he still have half of the elegant and handsome appearance of the past? Seeing himself in the mirror, Richard was stunned for a long time before he recognized that this was indeed him. If you talk about the style, it is a little similar to Gordon.

Richard burst out laughing, at least for now, he knew how Gordon came to be.

He whistled, picked up the elven knife in his hand, cut his hair with a blade more than a meter long, and shaved off his beard. In the blink of an eye, the person in the mirror has become a handsome young man with a personable demeanor. However, now Richard has taken off his delicate temperament, but has a strong murderous aura that cannot be concealed like the white night.

Richard leaned forward, leaned closer to the mirror, and looked at himself carefully. After a while, he put away the long knife, carried the two sealing boxes in the corner, one large and one small, and walked out of his room.

At the door, a middle-aged Sanctuary powerhouse was solemnly placing a letter on the stone platform at Richard's door. His face was full of hope and apprehension, and his hands trembled when he released the letter. He may have encountered a bottleneck in his strength, or he may have saved enough capital to buy a build, and in short, Richard is now his best hope for improving his strength.

When Richard went out, the Sanctuary powerhouse casually glanced at Richard, and his eyes fell on the letter in his hand again. He felt that the position of the letter was a little uncomfortable, so he started to tidy it up, looked at it again, and couldn't help but tidy it up again. Seeing this scene, Richard smiled, didn't say anything, and left with his bags. As he passed by Lawrence's quarters, he shouted inside, "Old man, I'll go back for a while!"

A Lawrence duck-like voice could be heard from inside: "Get out! Don't waste my effort, do more! Also, remember the list!"

At the mention of the list from fifty years ago, Richard's face immediately turned a little green, and he said, "I have forgotten the list!" and then before Lawrence could chase him out and scold, he hurried away.

At the door of Richard's residence, the Sacred Domain powerhouse finally put his letter at a chic angle, looking left and right before he was satisfied.

It was only then that he felt that the young man who had just passed by seemed to be somewhat familiar.

ps: There are always a lot of accidents and worldly things these days, and it is difficult to have a quiet time to publish an article. Maybe in the red dust, you can find some exciting words, and you can only comfort yourself like this, and pretend not to know that you have to make up for it.

It seems a little shameless, hehe.